Cosigned (Patreon)

Coming home to find Noah in nothing but a pair of briefs had stopped being surprising for Brad.  Ever since he’d helped his friend purchase the stunning new body, the strawberry-blonde stud liked to wear as little as possible.  Brad couldn’t blame him.  After years of being barely average at best, Noah had every right to flaunt his new looks.  Thin shoulders were now big and broad, his friend’s unremarkable chest now loomed as a set of plump, muscled mounds, the once-doughy midsection had become a tight, tapering washboard, and long, thin legs had blossomed into sturdy, well-muscled trunks that supported a set of ample cheeks.  And that was before Noah’s striking new face was factored in, with its razor edges, thick hair, and plump lips, to say nothing of the nine-inch beast and churning balls filling the briefs to capacity.

In the few months since Brad had cosigned on Noah’s loan, he’d seen it all and then some.  The reborn Adonis was like an eager puppy, scampering naked throughout their apartment for the first several days, completely unbothered to be walking around with his inflated cock rigid and exposed.  He wanted them to jerk off together, to compare cock and bicep sizes, to wrestle and horse around on equal footing for a change.

Brad had grudgingly humored his friend.  Finally getting the body of his dreams at 28, he knew Noah was just making up for lost time.  He actually encouraged it.  He wanted his friend to go out and get laid as much as possible, to revel in the fantasy made flesh.  Instead of being embarrassed or awkward, he just laughed when the naked, rock-hard hunk would go sauntering by and swat him with his oversized tool.  He didn’t care at all when the other man would walk in on him in the shower, sometimes literally, or wake him up by hurling his naked frame on top of him in bed.  Having always been an above-average specimen himself, they were the kind of playful antics that Brad had engaged in for years.

The difference was that the dark-haired hunk had come by his superior build naturally.  He was born with a beneficial bone structure, growing into his brooding, stubble-covered features as his olive-hued body seemed to pack on muscle without trying.  He’d always been the varsity pretty-boy, the hot jock lady killer with the strong arms and perfect abs, while everyone viewed Noah as his sidekick.  Brad never saw his friend that way, and despite how easy it would have been, he’d managed to avoid becoming an arrogant monster overall.  The raven-haired beauty knew how good looking he was, but he didn’t focus on it or obsess over it.  Most of it had been entirely out of his control anyway, so he chose instead to try and help Noah on his futile quest to catch up.

Watching the other man’s efforts over the years was the main reason Brad had been willing to cosign on the loan in the first place.  No matter how much his friend tried, and he’d seen the work himself firsthand, the dumpy blonde’s body just wouldn’t cooperate.  They’d gone on the same diets when living together in college, gone to the gym at the same time, worked out just as much as the other, and they’d continued that trend now that they were back to living together as adults.  But while Brad’s body bloomed, Noah’s barely sprouted.  So when his friend decided to take out a loan through a Casting Agency, the dark-haired hunk suspended his usual judgment.  Normally he looked down on people who paid for a magical shortcut when they could have just done the work themselves, but he knew how much Noah had tried.

He still wasn’t convinced that the other man actually needed to go through with it, especially considering the massive price tag involved.  There was no way Noah could ever afford it on his own, few people could, which is where the Casting Agency came in.  They acted as the broker when a person didn’t have the funds to deal directly with a Caster, issuing a loan for the magical services the same way a dealership would lease a car.  And like leasing a vehicle, the agreement often required a person to cosign on the loan if a person’s credit wasn’t high enough.  Despite the fact that he’d share in whatever magical fallout ensued if Noah defaulted, Brad had grudgingly agreed, trusting his friend not to screw him over.

Now, as he came home from the office to find the brief-clad blonde setting up what appeared to be a series of cameras in their living room, he began to wonder if that trust had been misplaced.  “Uh…hey, man.  Everything okay,” he asked, dropping his briefcase and kicking out of his loafers.

The look on Noah’s chiseled face told him everything he needed to know.  “Don’t be mad,” the other man said, his tone sheepish.

“Dude…what did you do?  Are those cameras you’re setting up,” Brad asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I sort of fucked up the loan on this body.”  The buff blonde motioned down at his exposed frame, shaking his head.  “I don’t know what happened, man.  The payments just got away from me.”

“Why didn’t you say something?  How much do you owe?  I can float you…”

“It’s not that easy,” Noah interrupted, his expression pained as he sauntered over.  “I didn’t read the fine print.  Once you miss more than three payments it automatically goes into their ‘special collections’ division, and then it’s not about the money.”

“Why do I not like the sound of that,” Brad sighed, his head falling back on his shoulders as Noah reached out and began loosening his tie.

“I thought, you know, worst case scenario they’d just take the body back if I didn’t pay.  Apparently it’s not that cut-and-dry.  Instead of taking it back, they make you put it to use,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Oooookay…meaning what, exactly?”  Brad raised an eyebrow as Noah undid his collar and then slowly started popping the buttons on his dress shirt.  He initially thought it was all part of a faux-flirtatious bit his friend was doing to keep him from getting mad, but as his heart started racing and a confusing throb shot straight to his cock, he started to realize it was something else altogether.  “Noah…buddy…what did you get us into,” he asked, fighting to keep his voice calm.

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t think you’d get roped in too!  I never would’ve…” he trailed off as he untucked Brad’s shirt and finished undoing the buttons, exposing the center strip of the other man’s sculpted torso.  He slid his hands inside, resting them at his friend’s tapering waist, but he didn’t get a chance to push the shirt free before Brad’s body did it for him.

“HOOOUUooouUUUhhhHH…!”  The dark-haired man howled, his back arching as a spasm ripped through him.  It was followed by a sudden, aching tightness at his chest, like it was locked in a flexing pose, and Brad’s eyes went wide when he watched the muscled mounds balloon off his body.  As if they’d been attached to an air hose, the plump slabs swelled and lifted, pushing the open shirt aside as they settled into a matched set of comically oversized pecs.  The bloated muscle tits were so large that Brad could barely see over them, each one capped by a nubby, equally inflated nipple.  “What…what the fuck?!  What the fuck is this,” he cried, the shirt slipping over his shoulders and hanging half off his back as he reached up to grip the heaping piles.  “What just happened to my cheeEEIIIIEEEEE…!”  He broke off in a cracking, piercing wail as soon as he brushed against the enlarged, lightning rod nipples, his knees going weak.  “Holy…holy fuck,” he stammered, absently shrugging out of the shirt as he caught his breath.  “That was…I’ve never felt anything like…wait…” he stopped and cleared his throat, finally registering that his voice still possessed the heightened, cracking tone.  “Do I still sound funny?  Fuck!  Why do I sound like this,” he half-shrieked, his formerly smooth voice now filled with peaks and valleys.  “What did you do?!”

Noah’s hands busied themselves with the waist of Brad’s pants as he sputtered out an apology.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t know!  They said…they said since I’ve already been worked on, it’s easier to make changes to a cosigner than to put me through it again.  But I didn’t know they meant this,” he said, exposing Brad’s tented boxer-briefs as he sent his friend’s slacks to the floor.

“What…exactly…are they going to do,” the top-heavy hunk said.  His hopes that if he kept his voice low and slow it would regain some of its former bass were dashed when he heard the heightened warble.

“I don’t know!  I swear!  They didn’t tell me anything.  They just said you’d…help…pay off the debt,” he whimpered, realizing that his own cock had gone rigid.  He’d been so focused on what was happening to the other man that he didn’t have a chance to process how much it was turning him on, though he knew it was a necessity for what was to come.  “This is all my fault….I never should have asked you to…to…” he trailed off, letting out a low sigh when he finally tugged Brad’s underwear down and let the other man’s oozing log spring free.

“Gggnnnhh…god…goddamn…” Brad grunted, instinctively grinding his throbbing cock into Noah’s hand as soon as the other man grabbed it.  He didn’t know what he was doing any more than he knew what was happening to him, only that he was fulfilling a primal, demanding need.  He could guess what was going on, what the purpose of the cameras was and why he was suddenly so turned on by the other man, but what he didn’t know was how far things were going to go.  “Okay…okay…let’s just…try to…stay…cuuuhhh…calm…” he gasped, pumping his hips.  “We can…figure this…out…”

“We will!  I promise, man.  Whatever happens, I’ll make this up to you,” Noah said, one hand resting on Brad’s oversized muscle tits while the other pumped away.  “I’ll let you do whatever you…you…”

The dark-haired man didn’t like the look on his friend’s face as Noah trailed off.  “What?!  What is it?  FUCK!”  Brad let out another shriek when he looked down and saw far more of his increasingly wide shaft than he should have.  With his pecs inflated, he’d only been able to see the tip of his cock over the cresting mounds, but now at least a third was visible.  And he didn’t like what he saw.  The girthy beast had become obscenely wide as it continued to stretch forward, to the point where Noah couldn’t even close a hand around it, rendering it uselessly large before it even settled at its fifteen-inch length.  “No!  That…is that my dick?!”  His stomach fluttered and another throb shot through him as Brad reached down to heft his churning new grapefruit balls, a wave of dizziness nearly taking him off his feet.  Despite his terrified shock, he’d never been so horny in his life.  He didn’t even know it was possible to feel so aroused in the first place.  “What the hell am I…supposed to…do with this…” he moaned, gripping the beast with two hands.

“Uh…I think the better question is what are you supposed to do with that,” Noah said, his eyes wide.

Brad felt the changes even as his friend spoke, an unaccustomed weight hanging off his lower back.  With the same speed as the rest of the impossible alterations, the olive-hued Adonis was helpless to do anything other than gasp when his already-ample cheeks expanded outward, completing the horse-hung hourglass his once-honed body had become.  “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” he squeaked, palming each of the supple pillows.  A pulse of pure desire seemed to shoot straight from the yielding mounds to his addled brain, making clear the burning new need that the once-straight stud had never experienced before.  “Noah…you…you have to fix this,” he whimpered, his own chiseled features a twisted mask of lustful agony.

“I don’t know how!  I don’t…I don’t think I can,” the blonde beefcake sputtered, his untouched cock oozing at the sight of the erotic caricature his friend had become.  Pecs, ass, cock; Brad now possessed a freakish overabundance of the masculine trinity, all contrasted against a lightened voice and a desperation that bordered on frenzy.  The suave hunk wasn’t confident and in control; he was like a starving man in the presence of food, willing to do whatever it took to obtain sustenance.  “I don’t even know how they’re doing this!”

“Not talking…about magic…” Brad spat, reaching out and literally tearing the briefs from Noah’s tapering frame.  Before his friend could respond, he dropped to his knees and swallowed the blonde’s now-delicious cock, surprising them both with how easily he took to the act.  He bobbed on Noah’s log like he’d done it hundreds of times, like his eager throat and nimble tongue had been made for the task.  He hummed ecstatically around the invading organ as he tweaked his new nipples and squirmed on his plumped cheeks, his untouched monster of a cock oozing onto the floor as it rested like a third leg.

Brad knew what he was doing.  He knew the cameras were rolling and that this was all being streamed somewhere, but at the moment he didn’t care.  The part of his brain that was still putting the pieces together knew he was stuck. He’d read the contract and agreed to it just as Noah had, but, like his friend, he’d never imagined that he’d be the one to bear the brunt of a default.  He’d also assumed that the hunky blonde would have just gone back to his old self, not that his own precision-crafted physique would be warped into an obscene cartoon.

He worried for a moment about what this meant for his future.  With the size and sensitivity of his heaping muscle tits he didn’t think dress shirts were an option, just as he didn’t think his slacks would be able to handle the combination of his colossal cock and colossal cakes.  But Brad knew it was a moot point.  This was his future.  For all intents and purposes, they worked for the Casting Agency now, the revenue from their streams going to pay off the debt while they were given a meager stipend to live on.  At some point they’d pay it off, but considering the original cost as well as the interest they’d accrue, Brad was well aware that it wouldn’t be any time soon.  He also didn’t know if he’d be put back to normal when they did, or, more importantly, if he’d even remember what “normal” was by that point.

If his current actions were any indication, he doubted it.  “Please…please…” he croaked, falling away from Noah and spinning around to present his fattened rear for the taking.  He wiggled his hips to shake and bounce the clapping mounds for emphasis, his fingers biting into the smooth wood floor.  “You’ve gotta fuck me, man,” he whimpered.

Though he hadn’t said anything, Noah was just as much on autopilot as his groaning friend, a slave to the overwhelming impulses lighting up his nervous system.  Like Brad, he was well aware that he was looking at how they’d be spending their foreseeable future, but unlike the desperate new power bottom, he had the added guilt of knowing it was his fault.  He was the reason his friend would be waddling around with his unwieldy proportions.  He was the reason that everyone they knew would soon be watching them fuck like animals, as well as everything else they did in their daily routine.  Their apartment had become a voyeuristic fishbowl, with cameras in every room to stream every moment of their altered existence.  So, while Noah could technically still fit into his clothes, he knew he wouldn’t be.  He’d be walking around flaunting the body he’d craved whether he wanted to or not.

Right now, though, he wanted to.  More than anything, he wanted to feel Brad’s altered bulk writhing against him.  He wanted to hear the other man’s cracking wails ringing around the room as he hammered into the bouncing cheeks.  He wanted to feel his friend’s mammoth cock spilling out of his hand as it oozed onto the floor.  He wanted to see firsthand just how big a load the impossible organ produced.  And then he wanted to do it all again.

By the time they’d finally stopped to take a break hours later, Noah had achieved his desires and then some.  They were both covered from head to toe in a sticky residue, and though Brad had lost count of how many times he’d cum, his ballooning body still simmered with barely-controlled desire.  His trunk of a cock lay heavily across his thigh, ready to twitch to life at a moment’s notice as he watched Noah scamper over and grab his phone when it vibrated.

“Who is it,” the curvy jock asked, blushing when he heard the still-unfamiliar change to his voice.

Noah blinked at the screen a few times before letting out a long, slow breath.  “The Casting Agency.  They just sent an update on how the streams are doing, and how much we have left on the loan,” he said, his tone flat as he raised his eyes to a nearby camera.

Brad hefted himself to his feet, his face going a deeper shade as he felt his pendulous cock swing and his bouncing balloon of an ass shake and ripple as he lumbered over.  “Yeah?  How bad is it?”

Noah said nothing as he held out the screen to face his friend.